I knew enough to know what he had under there. After a few minutes, he reached over and grabbed my hand again. This time he held it on his lap, just b...rely applying any pressure. I looked up and the dash lights softly lit his face. He looked down at me and quietly whispered “please?” His eyes pleading with me. Luckily mom had the stereo on, so she didn’t hear. I left my hand there and just closed my eyes again. Soon he started slowly moving his hips up, pushing himself into my hand. I swear I. I was playing her slave and she was enjoying dominating me. We were still only two months in this new relationship. I loved the fact that she was comfortable in her role as my Mistress and the fact that she loved dominating me. We had decided that I will call her ‘Mistress’ and she will call me ‘Timmy’ whenever we are playing our games.It was one of those weekends that were totally for us. We could play for full 2 days before returning to our jobs next week.She wanted to have a bath. She had. We got back into the car and drove home "That was a great day John, we should do that more often", "Yeh we should do" "We should go out tonight to a restaurant or something", I didn't really want t go out because i was tired and really couldnt be bothered so i suggested that we stay in and i cook for us she happily agreed. We got home in no time at all.I cooked lasagne and when we finished i washed up and we settle down on the sofa next to each other to watch a film on TV, it happened to be a. Just testing the waters, you thought to yourself. The touch hit me like a brick, sending a jolt of electricity though my body. I hoped you didn’t notice.Ever so slowly, your thumb traced the side of my knee, small circles that sent more small currents rippling through me, though more concentrated now, a slow inferno beginning to build. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew what I wanted. I also knew I would have to be the one to ask. “Please,” was all I had to whisper. You turned to me, a smile.